The last chapter of That Game We Play.
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Disclaimer: Mention of Mental Health
Re-Editted 09/17/2023
Your Game, Our Rules. Winner Takes All.
BANG!
Officers rushed in with guns drawn, aiming at the two people standing in the middle of the living room.
They stared at each other ignoring the presence of the officers as they surrounded them.
"Orihime Inoue?" One officer asked.
"I'm right here," she said not breaking eye contact with Ichigo. The frustration, anxiety, and fear were written all over his face after she dropped a major bomb on him.
"I'm here with an arrest warrant. Put your hands behind your back please." He lowered his gun and took out handcuffs. Ichigo's eyes widened when Orihime placed her hands behind her and was cuffed. He took a step forward unaware of the guns pointed in their direction. "Hey, don't move," the arresting officer shouted.
"Ichigo," Orihime whispered. "Wait for your father. He should be here soon."
As soon as she finished her sentence, Isshin ran into the house. "Ichigo!" The other officers turned around and pointed their guns at him. He put his hands up and stopped moving. "You're in my house, with your shoes on no less." He glanced back to Ichigo. "You okay, son?"
"Isshin?" Another person walked into the home of the Kurosaki's. All eyes were on them. Some of the officers lowered their guns.
"Prosecutor Matsumoto?" One officer whispered confused.
A beautiful strawberry-blonde woman dressed in a grey pencil skirt and white blouse stood before them. "Hello everyone. Isshin?" She turned to him as he lowered his hands to his sides. "Everything is set?"
Isshin nodded, turning back to his son. "Ichigo? Let these officers do their job. You're coming with me and the prosecutor. Everything ends today."
Aizen and Tosen got out of the elevator to see the executive floor in disarray. Men with jackets with N.T.A (National Tax Agency) logos on the front moved around gathering laptops, computer drives, folders, stacks of papers, and any other technological devices associated with the telecommunications company. A man with a black suit walked over to the two men.
"Sosuke Aizen?" he asked.
"Yes?" He looked at him confused.
"I'm with the prosecution office, Izuru Kira." He opened his suit jacket and pulled out an I.D from the inner breast pocket. His other hand took out a sheet of paper. "This is a search warrant. We will try to be discreet with the search."
"It's too late for that," Tosen snapped.
"Apologies. There were a few people who hindered our search. The main two were your children Grimmjow and Nelliel, along with a few men who acted on their orders. Fortunately, we had detectives on the scene who arrested them." Kira peeked over to their left hearing the elevator. "Here they are now."
"Sosuke Aizen?"
"What?" Aizen whirled around irritated at everyone suddenly saying his name.
"Hello there!" said a cheery voice. "I'm Detective Urahara and this is my partner Detective Shihouin. Mind coming with us to the station for a chat?"
"I do mind actually. As you can see my business is being mishandled."
Kisuke waved his hand in front of his face. "Oh, come now, your assistant can handle that. Plus, Kira is a great lawyer under the prosecution. Your business will be fine."
"The answer is still no."
Kisuke's smile fell. He took a step closer to Aizen. "I'm being very patient with you. Either you come with us voluntarily… or involuntarily." He stepped back and glanced over to his partner. "My partner is itching to use force."
"Practically feening for the chance," Yoruichi smirked.
Aizen scoffed. "Whatever." He looked over at Tosen. "Tell Gin to meet me at the station." Tosen nodded and took out his phone. Aizen pulled at the lapel of his suit and passed the two detectives. Kisuke tipped his head at Kira and walked off.
Aizen grumbled under his voice at the silence in the interrogation room. He was sitting there for over an hour, and no one had come in yet. He took out his phone to call his attorney, but he had no signal. Everything he has worked so hard for was blowing up in smithereens and it all started with losing Orihime.
Tucking his phone away in his suit jacket, the door swung open. Kisuke waltzed in with stacks of papers, with his partner close behind him with more stacks of papers and a laptop.
"Sorry for the wait. Had to get the printer in order." He lifted the stacks of papers before slamming them down on the metal table. "Shall we get started?" Aizen rolled his eyes and leaned back in the steel seat. "Very well then. Detective Shihouin?"
"Ready," she sat down next to him and opened the laptop. She immediately started typing. "Name and date of birth."
Yoruichi asked him all the basic questions before Kisuke took over.
"Okay. Mind telling me how you started your business?"
"Can't you look that up on the internet?" Aizen folded his arms over his chest.
"We could… but you know the web. Things can be fabricated to make people look good… or bad. Depends on how they feel. I rather hear your come-up story from the source himself. Let me hear your success story," Kisuke grinned.
"Fine. I graduated top of my class at a top university. Secure a job in telecommunications and rose through the ranks. From there, I wanted to start my own business in telecommunications. While working I put in the effort to gain the business qualms around me. I also invested in stocks, in the foreign and domestic markets. Learned what I could and handled everything myself. When it started to take way, and I made all the money I could with the stocks I sold, I quit. Began running everything on my own with my full focus. My first client was satisfied with my business and told his friends… who happened to be clients of my previous employer. I didn't ask them to switch… they just did." Aizen paused. Yoruichi finished typing and looked up when he didn't continue.
"Something wrong?" Kisuke asked.
"No." Aizen cleared his throat. "From there, my business took off and crushed my previous employer. My establishment took over Japan and became the leading telecommunications company."
Kisuke whistled, "Impressive." He reached for a piece of paper from the stack beside him. "You were able to establish such a strong company. Did you donate to charities, foundations, etc.?"
Aizen smirked, throwing his leg over his knee. "What businessman would I be if I didn't give back to those in need?"
Kisuke chuckled at the question, "Greedy. But no one will fault you for being selfish."
Aizen frowned. "Well, I'm not. Where it counts, I'm selfless with my money."
"Is that so?" Kisuke read the paper in front of him. "The donations, what were they?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"Let me rephrase then." Kisuke cleared his throat. "Were the donations, checks, gifts, or anything physical going towards the charities and foundations?"
"I wouldn't know. I have a department within the business that handles that."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"So, you wouldn't know if those donations or funds were being misused."
Aizen shifted in the seat. "I would if the department head feels it needs my attention."
Kisuke leaned back in his seat placing the paper to the side. He then rubbed his stubbled chin. "Figures. The CEO of such a large company is unaware of the money he has set aside for charities and wouldn't be the slightest bit concerned is bad for business."
"What are you saying?"
"Those donations… they can't be traced." Yoruichi reached for the stack of papers next to the laptop. Pulling out a folder, she handed it to Kisuke. "Thanks." He flipped through and stopped at the third page. "You see, in your financial records, it says your donations are equal to over 12 million yen. The thing we have a problem with is, what the donation was written as. Was it in the form of a check? A gift? Or actual cash?
"A check… well there would be a record of that. Gifts… that could be traced back to the manufacturing company. Ah… but cash. That's untraceable." He placed the folder down and tapped his finger on it. "Cash can only be traced when it's leaving the bank, that's about it. Once it's out of the bank's hands and into the consumers… well you get where I'm going with this."
Aizen raised an eyebrow. "I don't."
Kisuke stopped tapping his finger and stared at the man across from him. "Sure, you don't." He closed the folder and gave it back to Yoruichi. "Well, the prosecutors can handle that. Let's get to why you're really here." He reached for his own stack of papers and pulled out a green folder. Opening it he took out a photo. "Do you know this young woman?"
The picture was slid in front of Aizen. His brown eyes shifted to the photo before widening. His arms fell from his chest as he moved closer to the table. The frown was replaced with a soft loving smile.
"Of course, I do." Kisuke and Yoruichi glanced at each other and then back to the smiling man. "Orihime Inoue, my fiancé."
"Fiancé?" Kisuke raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," his fingers traced the outlines of the photo. She was smiling back at him with her auburn hair swept to one side and the same color eyes radiating purity. "I asked her to marry me yesterday and she said yes."
"Is that so?"
"Yes," he looked up at Kisuke. "She's missing. Before I arrived back at my company with you lunatics serving a warrant, I was searching for her. That deranged man Ichigo Kurosaki kidnapped her."
"Kidnapped?" Kisuke inched closer to the table. "We never got a report about that?"
"You wouldn't, since you officers are cleaning house."
Kisuke sat up in his seat. "Where did you hear such a rumor?"
"Does it matter? Why not search for her instead of questioning where I get my sources from."
"I would, but she's not missing."
"What?"
"We found her at Ichigo Kurosaki's home. There she was arrested."
"You arrested her? For what? Why didn't you arrest her kidnapper?"
Kisuke rests his hands on the table. "Because she wasn't kidnapped."
"Bullshit! Her assistant called my assistant and stated otherwise."
"Ah!" Kisuke slapped his hand on the table as if he had gotten a euphonism. "Momo Hinamori. Yes, we're getting the full story from her too."
"Okay. But why was Orihime arrested? She did nothing wrong."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes! That sonofabitch Ichigo is an obsessive little turd trying his damnest to get close to her. He even jumped out a fucking window with her after he shot both me and my son, just because I said I was planning on marrying her. Mind you he had a pregnant ex-girlfriend."
"The same one that stabbed him a few months ago?" Kisuke eyes widened dramatically. "My goodness!"
"Damn right!" Aizen leaned closer to the table, fingers gripping the photo. "They both ended up in the hospital because of him. The same one I was getting treated at after being shot." His eyes went back to the photo, slowly relaxing his fingers to not crumple it. "After getting cleared, I was able to take her to Bora Bora to rest and get her mind right. Anything to protect her from that stalker."
"My word, such an elaborate accusation."
"Accusation? Did you not talk to the doctors or nurses? Check the medical records?"
Kisuke leaned back and smiled. "Of course, I did. They told us a lot actually. Everything from entering the hospital to suddenly disappearing. Right after your son died." Aizen nodded slowly. "You see that's where the stories differ." He leaned back close to the table. "You see. Ichigo's pregnant ex-girlfriend was actually carrying your adoptive son's child." Aizen's eyes narrowed. Kisuke's hand reached for the photo and tapped it. "Orihime Inoue was the one who told us. You know what else? She confessed to murdering your adoptive son and stated you covered it up… because of your obsession with her."
Aizen's eyes widened. "What salacious nonsense are you talking about? I did no such thing!"
"Well, that seems farfetched. Since all those in the room said otherwise. They even gave us the evidence to back it up."
"What evidence?"
Kisuke smiled. "How about we save that for later?"
"No, because you have none."
"What makes you think that?" Aizen leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. Kisuke did the same, smirking at him. "Go on tell us. We're all ears."
"Fuck you. I want my lawyer."
Kisuke sighed. "Damn, it was just getting good." He turned to Yoruichi. "Ready to question Orihime Inoue?"
Aizen dropped his arms. "She's here?"
"Yup." Kisuke stood up. "In the meantime," he took out handcuffs from behind his back pocket. "Sosuke Aizen, you are under arrest for accessory to murder and kidnapping."
"Kidnapping! What!" Kisuke tightened the cuffs on Aizen's wrists.
"You confessed to taking Ms. Inoue to Bora Bora after committing murder. However, there is no record of her leaving the country… willingly."
Yoruichi slammed the laptop closed. "Time to hang out in the cells with the others. You know until your lawyer shows up."
Orihime rubbed her fingers together. The sweat around her forehead and behind her back was itchy. Ichigo's college shirt clung to her back, making her shift in the steel seat to ease the feeling. The silence had her mind racing wondering if everything would go smoothly. She glanced up at the other woman sitting across from her. Her fancy eyeglasses sat on the tip of her nose, and her strawberry-blonde hair was cascading past her shoulders in soft curls. Every few minutes she would push it behind her ear before flipping to the next page.
Rangiku Matsumoto, the head prosecutor sat flipping through documents. Her eyes read each hospital staff's encounter with Sosuke Aizen along with the NDAs they signed, and the cash deposit statements from their banks attached.
A soft knock on the one-sided window pulled her from her reading. Closing it, she glanced up at Orihime. She took off her glasses and unfolded her legs to lean closer to the table.
"After everything you've told us, we can probably get the charges reduced, but it could be tricky." Rangiku sighed, "If Mr. Cifer wasn't on life support this would be a standard self-defense case and I could tell your lawyer to plead out. However, he could not cause you any harm while in a suspended state."
Orihime nodded, "Mr. Kurosaki told me you would say that."
"I figured as much." She got up from her seat and smoothed her grey pencil skirt. "Sit tight. I'll talk to the detectives handling your case."
"Okay," Orihime started rubbing her fingers again.
Rangiku stepped out to see Kisuke and Yoruichi. Beside them stood her husband.
"Gin?" she strolled up to them. "What are you doing here?"
"It appears my client has been arrested for… what were the charges?"
"Kidnapping and accessory to murder," Yoruichi spoke up. "The rest is up to the Minister of Finance."
"Your client is Sosuke Aizen?"
"Long-time client, short-term friend," Gin smiled.
Rangiku put the temple tip of her eyeglasses between her teeth. "Short term indeed. I don't want you associating yourself with him."
Gin shrugged, "He signs the checks that keep our lights on."
She scoffed, "Well, not anymore when I'm done with him."
"Damn baby, I can't strike up a deal that can benefit my client?"
"The only deal I will give him is to hear the truth from his lips."
"I'll see what I can do, but if I can't reach a compromise… we have to tell the judge to take me off the case. Too much history on both sides." Gin winked and turned to walk down the hall to the holding cells.
"Will you be okay with this?" Kisuke asked as they watched Gin walk away.
"Gin knows I won't back down, so he will do it." Rangiku put back on her glasses and took out her buzzing phone. "Anything to keep his integrity and not to jeopardize his client's needs."
"Good man."
"Speaking of good. Everything Orihime Inoue told us has been checked out. The financial records from the Commissioner, the Chief, and other detectives all align with his donation lists."
"They were their own charity cases, I guess," Kisuke joked.
"Well, whatever it was, it's now their downfall. Let's wrap this up nicely." Yoruichi stretched her arms over her head as she moved to walk back to her desk. "The paperwork won't write themselves. Let's go Kisuke."
"Be right there," Kisuke called out. He glimpsed at Rangiku as she read more of Kira's incoming messages.
"What is it?" She glanced up to see him staring at her.
"What's going to happen to Ms. Orihime?" He moved to lean against the wall shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. "She did help us get him."
Locking her phone, Rangiku folded her arms under her breasts. "It's a difficult case. If Gin does stay as Aizen's lawyer, he can make him take a plea and have every charge thrown at him served at the lowest. That way Orihime wouldn't have to go to jail. Community service max and the charge would be expunged from her record."
"But he's stubborn and he rather fire Gin himself before taking such a risk."
"Exactly."
"Maybe…" Kisuke leaned off the wall and took one hand out of his pocket to scratch his head in annoyance. "Ichigo will kill me for even offering such a thing."
"What?" Rangiku asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"Hear me out," he rubbed his chin trying to word his request properly. "What if… what if we have her talk to him?"
"Are you insane?"
They glanced over to see Ichigo and Isshin standing in the hallway.
Kisuke sighed, "See what I mean."
"Hell no. She's not going anywhere near that guy," Ichigo marched up to them. "Where is she? I want to see her."
"You can't." Rangiku frowned. "Technically, she's still under arrest. Only her lawyer can have access to her."
"Don't give me that bullshit." Ichigo snapped. "You were about to let her talk to him. Isn't that against the rules and regulations?"
Kisuke glimpsed over at Isshin. His eyes were furious too.
So much for calming down your own son.
"Look. I get why you're angry, but this is the only way we can get Aizen to confess to the charges regarding her. If he does, Orihime will not have to go to prison," Kisuke defended.
"But she did nothing wrong!"
"Suffocating a vulnerable person in a hospital bed states otherwise," Rangiku snapped.
Ichigo eyes widened and his body remained still. Isshin stood behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. "That's enough Rangiku."
"Control your son then," she huffed. She then eased up. "Look I'll see what I can do on my end, but Kisuke's suggestion is not off the table."
"How about you just ask her? If she says no, we'll drop it," Kisuke asked. Isshin sighed and Ichigo scowled at the thought.
"Give me a moment," she turned and walked through the interrogation wing of the police station.
Orihime sat in a new interrogation room. Rangiku stood at her side with her arms folded staring at the door. Orihime's eyes sneaked a look at the woman as her right heel repeatedly tapped lightly on the gravel floor in anticipation.
She seems more nervous than me.
The door opened and Kisuke came in with Aizen along with a man with silver hair. Kisuke sat Aizen down roughly on the chair across from her. His soft brown eyes glazed in Orihime's direction with the same admiration he always had for her.
"Sweet Orihime…" his smooth voice filled the interrogation room. He dropped his cuffed hands on the table between them and moved closer. "That picture did no justice. Seeing you in the flesh… means so much more." He licked his lips and smiled. "I've missed you, sweetheart."
Orihime could only stare at him. She felt like she was trapped back on the island alone with him.
Pleasure or pain.
Tears burned and her heart began racing. Her mouth went dry, and her hands were sweaty. He still had her in the palm of his hand. Her breathing hitched as his fingers inched closer to her. The same fingers that touched and hurt her. Day in and day out. Beating and taking every piece of her.
"Orihime?" Rangiku whispered. Her voice was drowned out by the rush of blood filling her ears. Her left hand moved to cover her mouth as the feeling of excess saliva came bursting under her tongue. His eyes moved to her finger smirking.
"You're still wearing it?" She moved her eyes down to the hand over her mouth. The shiny glints of diamonds mocked her. "Such a beautiful ring."
Orihime inhaled sharply and couldn't push out the air. She tried again but could only inhale.
Aizen lowered his eyes, taking in her appearance and focusing on the shirt. "I see he's already trying to claim you with clothes. So childish." He focused back on her face, watching the sweat drops slide. "I hope you haven't let him touch you. Since you're carrying my child."
Everyone in the room could hear a pin drop because the silence was so loud. All eyes were now on her.
"I'm… I'm…" Orihime couldn't say it.
"Oh, yes you are," Aizen grinned. "Dr. Unohana told me this morning."
No!
Tears fell down her cheeks, but she couldn't move to wipe them away. Her body felt heavy, and her lungs hurt to breathe. Orihime shook her head in denial. She's been careful. She showered after each session. All the drugs the nurse could provide, she took each of them, whether they were effective or not. Anything to prevent the inevitable. She just can't be...
I'm not pregnant!
Her eyes watched Aizen nod as if he could read her mind.
I'm pregnant?
Orihime tried to take in a lungful of air but couldn't. Her hand fell to her chest, desperately gasping for air. She was about to throw up, but she needed to breathe first.
"Orihime!" Rangiku called out again. "Call an ambulance, she's hyperventilating." Her eyes remained on Aizen, his smile growing with each breath she struggled to push out. Before she closed her eyes, she saw his lips move before grinning sadistically.
"You'll always be mine."
Ichigo glanced from the heart monitor and back to the sleeping woman on the hospital bed. Nothing out of the ordinary, but she was not waking up.
Three weeks.
Three weeks of watching her just sleep.
Ichigo didn't leave her bedside because if he did, she might wake up.
Would she feel abandoned once again if I'm not here?
Three weeks of lying in bed while the world continued to spin. After Orihime passed out in front of Aizen, Kisuke put him back in his cell. He was transferred to the maximum prison until his trial. With all the evidence and witnesses stacked against him, Rangiku reassured him he would be in prison for years. He could no longer harm Orihime.
He kissed each knuckle on her left hand. The engagement ring Aizen shackled her to was long thrown out by him.
"Wake up please." Ichigo's voice cracked. Pressing his head to her hand feeling what little warmth they held. "My dad told me the reason my mother was so fond of your company." He paused to raise his head and watch her face, looking for a reaction. He continued when there was none. "Apparently, she met you when you were starting up. You had an ad out for models to try your makeup and to take a picture with it on. She was with my twin sisters at the time. They encouraged our mom since she was into makeup."
Ichigo wiped a fallen tear with his free hand. "She later found out you used her photo in your very first magazine. Ever since then, you've sent her promotional brands in thanks every year when you gained a new client through your company." He smiled remembering the dozens of makeups lined across his mother's vanity. "My mom grew fond of you as a person even if she met you once. She wanted to help you grow even further, so she told my grandfather to combine our companies, that way she can meet you again. Sadly, she died before that could happen."
Ichigo eyes stared at Orihime's hand feeling a small squeeze. His eyes widened as he squeezed back. He stood up when she responded through another squeeze. "Orihime!"
His eyes watched her face stay neutral and remained sleeping even when he called her repeatedly. He sighed in disappointment before sitting down. "Please, wake up," Ichigo whispered softly.
A nurse came in smiling at him. She reached for the empty saline bag and replaced it with a new one. She bowed before leaving quietly.
Her best friend Tatsuki came in an hour later with a new arrangement of flowers. When she spoke to him the first time they met, she mentioned a fight she and Orihime had. As she explained everything, including her last words to her friend, Ichigo could only look at her. The disappointment on his face made Tatsuki cry. He didn't say anything, but she could feel he was judging her for abandoning her friend for a guy. She didn't say much after that first visit, but her engagement ring was gone in the coming weeks. That is something she would have to talk to Orihime about.
She gave him a store-bought coffee can. He mumbled thanks and glanced back at the heart monitor. Dr. Unohana came in once to share the news of her blood work. Ichigo didn't want to know anything else until she woke up, but she insisted on easing his state of mind. She specified everything was normal and she should wake up soon. Upon her arrival, her cortisol levels were through the roof. The amount of stress plagued her mental state, putting her in a coma to escape the trauma.
Ichigo knew something was going to happen when Aizen and Orihime would see each other. He desperately wanted to stop their meeting, but if it meant her freedom, then so be it. Nevertheless, that man put her through the worst thing possible and her mind was only starting to catch up to it.
He sighed heavily when Dr. Unohana left after deeming all things were normal. She gave a sweet smile mentioning through all Aizen's malicious attempts, Orihime was not pregnant. He literally stressed her body and mind to the point she could not release eggs. Her anxiety levels disrupted her ovulation period.
Rukia and Renji came in after Tatsuki left sitting for hours holding Orihime's hand. They gave greetings and quick prayers. Renji told him how the company had been going and left some paperwork to help him focus on something else besides the sleeping woman. Working did help most nights. When Renji left to get them some drinks, Ichigo felt awkward being alone with Rukia.
Since finding out she was pregnant and his own little breakdown from the news, he never got around to congratulating her officially.
Standing up from the chair closest to Orihime, he went around and placed a hand on Rukia's shoulder. She glanced up at him confused.
"You're freaking me out suddenly touching me," she said shaking his hold.
"Sorry. It's been a long couple of weeks." He cleared his throat. "I've been meaning to talk to you."
"About what?"
"First, I wanted to apologize for… umm… treating you like…"
"Shit?" Rukia finished.
"You don't have to put it that way," Ichigo frowned.
"Then how would you describe it?"
"Okay like shit, but still… I was wrong for doing that to you. You didn't deserve it even if I was grieving."
"I'm sorry too. Sleeping with you after Kaien died was still pretty shitty. I guess… I hoped being with you would feel like Kaien was with me through you."
"Ouch."
She smacked his arm. "I said sorry. We were young and foolish."
"We were," he rocked back and forth on his heels. "Speaking of foolish… Renji and you huh? And you're about to be parents. That's kind of gross."
"Excuse me?" Rukia screeched.
Ichigo shrugged chuckling to himself. "It's like finding out your stepbrother and stepsister are in a relationship."
"We are NOTHING like that!"
"It's my own feelings. I'll get over it."
"You better!" Rukia grumbled. "That's just disgusting." They started laughing when Renji came back. Rukia filled him in on Ichigo's analogy, soon after a punch was thrown, and they were kicked out of the hospital room for the noise.
A few days later, she woke up.
Groggily Orihime blinked and quickly sat up. The bright lights from both the hospital room and the afternoon light blinded her. She felt dizzy from the sudden movement and laid back down so she wouldn't throw up.
Ichigo stood beside her with a cup of water.
"Welcome back," he smiled with tears in his eyes.
2 Years Later
"State your name."
"Momo Hinamori."
"Swear to speak the truth and nothing but the truth?"
"I do."
"You may take your seat."
"Ms. Hinamori," Rangiku stood up from the prosecutor's table. "What is your relationship with the defendant?"
"My benefactor."
"What were the things that he helped you with?"
"My debts accumulated by my alcoholic father. He had an outstanding gambling debt. Anything to get a drink."
"I see," she took up a document. "Was he only your benefactor?" Momo glanced at Aizen who glared at her from his side of the courtroom. "Ms. Hinamori?" Rangiku raised an eyebrow at the young woman's silence.
Momo cleared her throat. "No… he wasn't."
"Clear to explain?"
She wrinkled her nose and sniffled. "He… umm… we had sex," she whispered.
"I'm sorry I didn't hear you. Please speak up."
"We had sex… once." The gallery began whispering amongst themselves, but the judge banged his gravel ceasing them to silence.
"And according to that one time, you ended up pregnant." Momo looked down at the table before her, hiding her tears. She slowly nodded. "Please answer the question… for the record."
"Yes."
"Where is your baby now?"
"Home with my grandmother."
"Did the defendant know you were pregnant?"
Momo started crying and nodded, "He did but he told me to get an abortion… because he rather have children with Ms. Inoue who was on par with him business wise… than a measly little assistant from a terrible background." She glared at Aizen who tightened his hands into fists.
"And look at you now… alone raising a child I didn't want. Ungrateful bitch. If you would have listened, none of this would have happened! Orihime would have married me and bore my children. This is your fault!" He slammed his hand down on the table. The bailiff moved toward him ready to pounce. Noticing the officer moving, Aizen cursed and moved his hands off the table.
"No further questions for this witness, your honor," Rangiku sighed, moving back to sit at her table.
CEO of Telecommunications Sentenced to 59 Years.
The Mighty Have Fallen… for 59 Years!
Telecommunications Company Spilt and Sold to Non-Profit
Orihime read each line of the online website of Aizen's sentencing. Scrolling through the comments many people cheered and only a few said it was too many years. She wanted to strangle those commenters. How dare they defend him.
Ichigo, noticing her growing anger, reached over to pull her closer to his side of the bed.
"What did your therapist say about looking online during his trial?"
"She said during… not after."
"Orihime…" he said her name sternly.
"I know, I know." She locked her phone and placed it down. "59 years isn't enough though."
"As long as he isn't near us, I'll take it." He tightened his arm around her waist and snuggled near her breast. "Figured out a name yet?"
Orihime sighed. "No. it's still too early."
"Early? You're practically showing at this point."
"I don't want to get my hopes up." They both tensed at her words.
Ichigo shifted and smiled trying to lighten the mood. "Imagine a night of drinks four months ago at Renji and Rukia's engagement party would lead to you getting pregnant."
"Having drunk sex isn't really therapeutic."
"I know… but you jumped me. I couldn't-"
"Didn't," Orihime corrected.
Ichigo shrugged. "I didn't want to say no."
She tensed up when her mind started thinking about their relationship before that night. "I didn't think I was ready to… be touched that way again. After what I've been through."
"Your therapist did say it could go either way."
"But... you stayed despite everything. Patiently waiting for me," she whispered.
"Trust me. It was worth the wait," he gazed up at her. "My girlfriend is really freaky when she's drunk. Practically had my toes curling."
Orihime shoved him. "Stop it and don't get used to it."
He chuckled, making his way back to her. She gradually relaxed in his hold. "Nope! Drunk actions equal sober thoughts." His fingers trailed up her thigh drawing small circles. "The doctor said it's safe since it's your second trimester. Want to recreate that night… without the drinks?" His hand found its way between her thighs and moved her panties to the side.
She faced him. He leaned in pressing his nose to hers. "I have therapy in a few hours."
"And I will take you there like I usually do." His lips moved to her cheek and nipped his way down to her neck.
"What about the company?" Orihime tilted her head to give him better access.
"Sweet Treaties Collections will still be standing by the time I'm done having my way with you." He kissed her neck.
"Are you really playing this game?" Her breath hitched at his thumb grazing her clit and two fingers pushing past her folds.
"With you…" Ichigo raised his head and pecked her lips. "…always."
The End.
Thank you everyone for the support and the courage to finish this story.
I'll see you guys next time with something new!
